Oh, oh You ain't gotta clock-in tonight Girl, I wanna hear you echo Wanna hear you echo I called your boss and he knows you ain't coming in today Sex
QB! Where the fuck y?all at? Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Let?s go! Kiss money! Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating Hate him or love him for the same reason
Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums
A house on fire, a wall of stone A door that once was opened An empty face and empty bones Who ate your heart, you're cold inside You're not the one
I just got put down In the ashes of a backwash town Black debris, the burned-out trees Blows out over the sunken seas Somewhere far along Singin' the
Well I wrote your name and burned it To see the color of the flame And it burned out the whole spectrum As if you were everything Mine just burned gold
Well I lost my taste for the company of airports and cars We flew through the year and avoided the dust and the rocks We stood in the way of a tank '
(The number one) Sex that we're havin' here, girl, ooh (This is, this is number one) Sex that we're havin' here, girl You better ask somebody Can't nobody
So no one told you life was gonna be this way Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA It's like you're always stuck in second gear When
Yeah, it's Kells... Kells and OJ (Ay Ay) (OJ) Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky, I can't lie, Im'a ball 'til I die, Blunts of the good
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love thro dirt on meh nd grew a wild flower bt itz fuck da world getta child out her yah my lyfe a bitch bt u no nun bout her ben 2 hell n bak i can sho
Walk away when you're angry Raise, raise yourself, there's nothing to gain Old, old enough to know the outcome Blood, more blood, it's always the same
You're the infection, my friend Disgusting right to the end Didn't I know it then? I knew it, I knew it You're basic but hard to define Simple, yet somehow
With perversion this insertion Came so swiftly Cut the cord from this day forward We'll be drifting No direction, no affection Watch the soul dive You
I'm digging with my fingertips I'm gripping at the ground I stand upon I'm searching for fragile bones Evolution I'm never gonna be refined Keep trying
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna feel When suddenly I slip away? Almost am a ghost of who I used to be Yesterday How you gonna touch and how will you
